Pump tapes out the trunk
Too short
The product sell itself like Newport
Or Al Sharp/Thats New York
The soup shark
Dumplings pork
Mott street noodles out the mouth when I talk

Last call, she poured mine on the house
December 25th, he's the Grinch, I'm Oscar the Grouch
Magic 8-ball, "all signs point to no"
Chasing waterfalls, his grand summation
"the bitch is a hoe"
What does one say to that?
I sipped the yip with thoughts black
A bad trip like you gotta take the bus back
Wishing he never f**ked with it like crack
But if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
And I wouldn't be here nursing this sucker
Thinking bout getting high, motherf**ker
If you nice like that then you better do it live
Dusty loop/heavy bag drums
I'm not from Brownsville
So never had a problem when it came time to run

Rabbi and the Golem
Base clay left to harden in the sun
Mobutu Sese Seko
Kill em all without touching a gun
House made of legos
Throw all the stones you want
Play the wall like they playin techno
Regs in a Phillie blunt
Slaughter Rule/chop the heads off fools who refuse to punt
Duel with the beat
Words measured then cut with teeth
Unspooled into the city's last payphone
A young Larry Merchant, perched
On the ball of my feet